Unexpected fun with new friends (quaggan)

[Saber-Five]

The waves beat relentlessly against the shore of a siziable island within the Yoreiq chain. Washing among its coast was a hooded robe figure among broken crates. Coughing out water Meeta Neferatri woke and moaned. Last night she had been onboard a merchant bound for the port of Ainu to explore new opportunities in her fighting career there. However the Gods seemed to have other plans instead when an unexpected and furious storm swept across the ship's path and destroyed it in the process.

"Travel and see the world my ass." Meeta murmured sarcastically. The olive skinned woman knew she was lucky to have survived such a horrific event. Standing up the ex-slave glanced around her surroundings, noting the palm tree and other jungle foliage. Then Meeta noticed what appeared to be some form of building on top of a cliff side.

Perhaps there is someone there who can help.

She thought to herself. Hours later the exhausted castaway reached her destination, revealing to be a ruined ancient temple, covered in moss and vines on its outer walls. Better than nothing Meeta concluded who cautiously entered inside through an opened entrance at the front.

[quaggan]

 Professor Jawahir's expedition was a failure. Not because of any academic mistake - Faeyia would not be able to recognize one if it jumped her in the dark alley. No, the cause was far simpler: the lizardlike creatures living in the ruin. The fleshcrafter was one of the hirelings the professor had the foresight to procure for protection. While it saved her life and the lives of her understudies, the equipment necessary for her work did not share in their fortune. The delicate tools did not survive a pitched battle, which put an end to the expedition. The disappointed scholars set out to return to the port in order to await the next ship.

Faeyia stayed. She had no incentive to accompany them - Jawahir paid her the remaining wages once it became clear that there was no salvaging the expedition. The fleshcrafter decided to still poke around the ruins - maybe she could find some useful salvage the scholars would be willing to buy off her. Money was good, even if she had nothing really to spend it on but the necessities. It was always nice to have some coin to fall back on, should she find something she wanted to purchase.

But before she started, she needed more mass. She decided to go hunting - there were some spiders and snakes in the ruin, but they were too small for her to really get it going. The first stop on her journey was the beach - she didn't know what sort of giant creatures were lurking in the depths, but perhaps today was a good day to grow a pair (of gills) and find out!

As she was heading towards the exit of the ruins, she spotted something she did not expect: a bipedal silhouette. She frowned - this person didn't look well-equipped enough to be a scavenger, and Faeyia did not recall them from the expedition - although she was never that good at remembering people's names and faces.

[Saber-Five]

Edging closer to what assumed to be a some temple Meeta breathed a sigh. Perhaps taking refuge in a strange place was not the wisest course of action. Who knows awaits inside and with no weapons on her things could get complicated. Even so the former slave pressed forward.

Better than waiting out in the open. She silently decided. Further thought on the subject was interrupted Meeta stopped in her tracks. Her eyes suddenly took a tall figure inside the passage. Taking a immediate defensive stance Meeta beneath her hood called out.

"Who are you and state your intentions?"

[quaggan]

 Faeyia began to form the plates of her armour. This encounter could end - or continue - in a fight. Her clothing would be ruined, but she could always get more. The fabric tore as heavy bone plates formed under it, an exoskeleton protecting her more squishy body. At this point, she didn't even have to stop or focus on her actions, it was second nature. Her armour grew as she walked forward, ready to engage.

The stranger that looked like a human spoke up. In Common, no less. Faeyia never liked Common. It just irked her that people never wanted to learn any languages and just expected to be understood if they took the lazy way. It was probably a sign of hypocrisy on her part, as she didn't really care about languages and enjoyed taking a shortcut every now and then. It was just a weird thought that popped into her head.

She wasn't about to punish someone she's just met for weird thoughts that popped into her head sometimes. And she kind of liked the way the stranger went immediately to business, no messing around. "I'm Faeyia Lennarien. If you're the kind to write a name on your palm three times to remember it, let me warn you that it has a lot of useless vowels. What was the other thing? Oh right, intentions. I was going to the beach. What 'bout yours?" That was how conversations were supposed to go, right? Bounce the question back.